Lyric Suggestion

I am just a poor boyThough my story's seldom toldI have squandered my resistanceFor a pocket full of mumbles such are promisesAll lies and jestsStill a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the restWhen I left my home and my familyI was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway station running scaredLaying low, seeking out the poorer quartersWhere the ragged people goLooking for the places only they would knowLie la lie...

Asking only workman's wagesI come looking for a jobBut I get no offers,Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh AvenueI do declare, there were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort thereLie la lie...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothesAnd wishing I was goneGoing homeWhere the New York City winters aren't bleeding meBleeding me, going homeIn the clearing stands a boxerAnd a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersOf every glove that laid him downOr cut him till he cried outIn his anger and his shameI am leaving, I am leavingBut the fighter still remainsLie la lie

I am just a poor boyThough my story's seldom toldI have squandered my resistanceFor a pocket full of mumbles such are promisesAll lies and jestsStill a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the rest

When I left my home and my familyI was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway station running scaredLaying low, seeking out the poorer quartersWhere the ragged people goLooking for the places only they would knowLie la lie...

Asking only workman's wagesI come looking for a jobBut I get no offersJust a come-on from the whores on Seventh AvenueI do declare, there were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort thereLie la lie...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothesAnd wishing I was goneGoing homeWhere the New York City winters aren't bleeding meLeading me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxerAnd a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersOf every glove that laid him downOr cut him till he cried outIn his anger and his shame“I am leaving, I am leaving”But the fighter still remainsLie la lie